All They Needed: A JohnLock High School AU |NaNoWriMo|

Chapter 11: Jim Moriarty

Chapter 11: Jim Moriarty

Sherlock

"What the hell are you doing here, Mycroft?!" Sherlock wanted to throw a book at his brother, but of course, he didn't. If he was going to hurt him, he'd find a more classy way to do it. At least that was what he told himself restrain himself.

"Checking on you, brother dear. I'm surprised you didn't crack yet," Mycroft said, inspecting his stuff, like he was trying to find something.

"Why don't you just go away or I'll burst now." Sherlock gritted his teeth, answering in his lowest voice.

"Do it. Mummy would be upset." Why did Mycroft have to know he didn't like upsetting his mum? Older brothers... especially the ones with government affiliations.

"Please leave now. You have a meeting in two hours and you're going to be late." Sherlock opened the door, but Mycroft didn't budge a bit.

"You're getting better, but didn't you notice my schedule has changed?" Sherlock looked at Mycroft's posture once more and he sighed in defeat. He needed to practice more often.

"Meeting is in four hours," Mycroft informed him. "Plenty of time to speak with you, brother dear.

Now, I'm here because of the things happening here." Mycroft threw a fat, stuffed folder at Sherlock. "The murder of Carol Winters. Not-"

"-Suicide," Sherlock said. "It was quite obvious when I saw it."

"You weren't alone, though," Mycroft said. "You were with a student I know as John H. Watson."

"It's none of your business!" Sherlock said, his cheeks blazing red.

"It's always my business to know, Sherlock," Mycroft said. "Now, if I am correct, a murder is going to be committed in twenty minutes." Mycroft checked his watch and turned to Sherlock, staring at him icily. "You should go. There will be consequences."

"Mycroft, you're an asshole, you know?" Sherlock said, crossing his arms. "Making me do all the dirty work, huh?"

"There's no time for this, Sherlock!" Mycroft said. "Just solve the damn thing already!"

Feeling his insides grow cold, he quickly thought of the people connected to him and Mycroft. Relatives? No. His parents friends? No. Someone like them? ...Yes.

Sherlock ran out of his room after he'd realised who the next victim would be. He'd break the rules and he'd be considered a suspect, but this person was innocent. He needed to save her.

He saw John passing by the halls with his satchel, looking extremely happy.

"Sherlo-"

"Not now, John!" Sherlock dashed away from John, who dropped his things and followed Sherlock.

He reached the abandoned part of Baskerville High; a section of the school dangerously close to a cliff. And below, the ground was full of land mines.

"Sherlock, what's going on?" John finally caught up, trying to catch his breath.

"Lin is going to die in fifteen minutes!" Sherlock crossed the caution tape and ran up the stairs, heading for the peak of the building.

Opening a wooden door, he noticed two silhouettes in the dark.

"Hello, Sherlock." A boy in a black suit appeared and walked towards them with Lin by his side, her eyes red and puffy.

"Who are you?" Cautiously, Sherlock inched near him, trying to deduce his motives.

"Jim Moriarty. Hi," He said.

"Let go of Lin and give her to me," Sherlock demanded.

"Hmm... good idea," He said. "But I prefer to just let go."

The boy let go of Lin's arm, after pushing her over the railing. Luckily, John was able to grab her hand before she fell to her doom.

"I see you have a pet, Sherlock," Moriarty looked at John, killing intent emanating from his slim form, but he didn't attempt to push him over too. Sherlock knew that this gesture was part of the game, a game between them that he'd barely been aware of starting. He willed himself not to react, not to give away his weakness.

"Why are you doing this?" Sherlock asked, still not getting the boy entirely.

"Oh, I'm bored! And I know you're bored too! C'mon!" Moriarty jumped around Sherlock with a maniacal gleam in his eyes. "You're holding it in and you just want to burst. You need to feel the rush of adrenaline, but you can't. But with me around, you'll never grow bored! Because you and I are alike. It's just that we're on different sides.

But that's what makes it fun. We're nothing without each other. Without a villain, a hero is never a hero. Without a hero, a villain is not a villain. Or, well, it's not as fun. So I'll do you a favour. I won't kill you... yet. There's still a chance anyways." Moriarty looked at John once more, but grabbed hold of Lin's hand. "But it is tempting to try to use a few tricks I learned from someone I know."

He whispered something into her ear and whatever Moriarty had told her made her tremble in fear. She jumped, plummeting to her doom.

"Lin!" Sherlock and John tried to get her again, but she was already too far for saving.

"Bye, boys. You'll be seeing me soon." He disappeared into the shadows, leaving nothing but pain.

"Lin..."

A/N: This chapter officially marks that the plot has begun.

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